She came with the wind

Clasping her fingers tight

I wonder... what could be the secret look

That shadowed her eyes

She scraped and dug

She swept and blew

Her footprints lost her trail

She hid and cried watering the soil

Her secret kept till time was ripe

To sow her seeds with love and care

To grow with pride

And show the world her worth

As any Mother would

and then... she left with the morning breeze

Leaving behind

Her memories and few tears

Upon her grave stone

As she said

Good bye.